Essays on dogs

As long as the dog feels a little hot, it will open its mouth and stick out its tongue to gasp, and it can secrete a lot of saliva instead of sweat. The following is a short article about dogs that I compiled for you. Welcome to reading.

Essay on dog description: children and dogs

The child likes a puppy, which is different from any dog he has ever seen before. It is particularly smart, lively and full of curiosity like a child.

Look, cows are grazing outside the railing. It runs around the cow, and sometimes it runs near the cow, making the cow gasp and stare at it. Then the puppy barked in fear.

It is close to people and snuggles on the legs of adults and children, but it can also grab things from children and turn around curiously. Sometimes I even show my teeth and pretend to be fierce, as if I really want to bite you.

Aroused the son's interest, the son chased the dog and played crazy with it all morning. Afraid that my son was really bitten, I had to stare.

My son was a little embarrassed at first, so the puppy came to get close to him. He was so scared that he ran away. The puppy chased him more happily and drove him away, and the son was scared to hide everywhere. But in less than five minutes, the son became close to the puppy. He took out all kinds of snacks that he couldn't bear to eat to tease the dog. Give the puppy water to drink. The son's white little hand holds a little water in his heart, and the puppy sticks out his warm tongue in his hand. I think my son will never forget the feeling of being wet and soft by a puppy.

Sometimes my son will pick up a stick on the ground, Doby puppy. He put the stick on the dog's head and circled it. The dog jumped up and tried to bite the stick. Or throw the stick away and let the little shit pick it up.

Tired of playing, my son came home and said to me seriously. Mom, I want to keep a dog. ?

I told him a story about having a dog at home when I was a child.

I talked about the death of a dog. It hangs on the bamboo pole at the door, and there is a teardrop the size of a bean next to its eyes. At first, my son was still wriggling in his arms, playing with his fingers, and suddenly there was no movement, and even his breathing seemed to hold his breath. I looked down at him, and my son's eyes were full of tears, so he stood quietly, as if he were suddenly restrained by the law. I held him in my arms and couldn't speak for a moment. Maybe I shouldn't tell him such a cruel story.

? Did grandma and grandpa eat?

? That dog is poor.

? Did you cry when you were a child?

My son cried very sadly. One night, he kept asking me off and on, but he was very careful, as if afraid of causing my sadness. He keenly felt my helplessness and sadness at his age.

My son will never mention raising a dog again.

The second essay on dog description: peach blossom and dog

Maybe the town is too small, with fewer trees and fewer flowers. Spring breeze blows, there is no resistance. The wind blows in high-rise buildings, streets and alleys, making a roar and noise. There is no spring at all, only the music, flute and rough male pitch floating in the distance are singing. Spring came to the town, and the town came to life. With the general dance and moving people, it began to show the vitality of spring. Although the voice is not melodious, it sounds natural, spontaneous and cheerful, just like a dog barking under a peach tree in the village. Once it barks, it won't stop.

Maybe there are only dogs in the town, but there are no peach blossoms, so people in the town call barking dogs stray dogs. How can they compare with peach blossom dogs in their hometown? People in my hometown may have deep feelings for dogs. They combined unrelated peach blossoms with dogs and gave birth to an elegant and beautiful dog name. The puppy born in spring, called Peach Blossom Dog, how long will it take to bite people, disown their Lord and relatives, and even bite people in spring? Biting and barking all day, even if his voice is hoarse, he doesn't stop, just like a loyal servant.

A few days ago, my sister gave birth to a litter of puppies, which are very cute. The children clamor to see them every day. It is good for children to love dogs, but kindness has not disappeared from people. Children should be clamoring to see them. Unexpectedly, the bitch is still two meters away. In order to protect the cubs, it is fierce and scary. When people approached again, she jumped out of the nest, showing white and sharp teeth and swearing her territory. I think, two days ago, it was still the range of human activities. How to forcibly occupy at this time? Son, push your luck and get a puppy. I think puppies are docile, maybe not as scary as bitches, but my hometown people's evaluation of this season's dogs made me hesitate and made a decision not to keep them. I tell my children all kinds of dangers. Hearing this, the child's smile on his little face turned pale and immediately stepped back two steps to calm down.

When I was a child, I showed contempt and fear when I listened to Peach Blossom Dog. With the growth of my age, I prefer to believe that the dog is because the peach blossom is so beautiful that the villagers are busy enjoying the flowers. The buzzing of bees is too small for the dog to see, so I have to raise my voice and keep asking the villagers to come and enjoy the flowers, but the villagers who don't understand romance and beauty still turn a deaf ear to the barking of dogs. In order to make Peach Blossom not feel lonely, the dog growls every day. Perhaps chatting to appreciate the beautiful spring, perhaps praising the beauty of spring, perhaps cursing the villagers for not appreciating the beauty and letting the beautiful peach blossom wither and burn in the lonely peach blossom? Let it die.

Think of peach blossoms, think of watchdog. My family has peach blossoms and dogs, but unfortunately dogs can't go to see peach blossoms. I slept soundly all day, woke up and took a few square steps, then went to lie prone. Nothing is pleasing to the eye except two meals a day. Even people like me who have lived in a small town for a long time are too lazy to say a word when they go home, let alone beg for mercy. Maybe this is the so-called wax dog.

Dogs are cruel in their eyes, not in their hearts. Besides eating you, you are too proud to bite. You want to be a pig. Pigs will hum a few times when they are smashed, and they can be slaughtered when they grow up. In my hometown, most people don't sell dogs. There is a saying that dogs are sold in this life and they will live in the afterlife. Perhaps it is the awe of Gu Yan, and only people respect dogs. Coupled with fewer people buying dogs, the village is not interested in killing its own dogs, and dogs begin to be arrogant.

I like peach blossoms, and sometimes I like dogs. It is often difficult to see peach blossoms, which are more deeply rooted in my heart. Is the peach blossom behind my hometown in bloom? They must have blossomed. Were they still in my dream last night? I can't go to see peach blossoms. I hope to have a peach blossom dog to accompany peach blossom. The villagers won't go to see it. Dogs may be able to accompany charming peach blossoms, and may feel sad for the wind blowing flowers.

Essay on dog description: keeping a dog

I have a dog. It's ugly. Because I don't have any pressure on my appearance. I must say that he is a male dog, because I am afraid of rumors, but you know, sometimes rumors are pervasive. Even if only two men can break the love story of a landslide! Because of this, I once wanted to pickle it, but I kept my thoughts out of human nature!

It's called the Old Palace. Nice name. I'll drop a drop! I hate Wang Cai, a vulgar generic name!

Since the winter, the amount of exercise has decreased, but in order to maintain a normal posture, I resolutely gave up dinner. Of course, all this has happened, and the old melon has not come into my life yet. As for now, living with me hasn't changed my habit of not eating dinner. In contrast, the old melon took it for granted and gave up dinner rather reluctantly. This is cruel to a dog and an ugly dog!

I don't like singing, but that doesn't mean I never sing, even though it's all out of tune. But whenever I start singing, the old melon shrugs and walks from the bedroom to the living room. Its way of protesting is to stay away from me! I hated it to protest, so I chased it to the living room to sing. Then close the bedroom door to prevent him from running away! It is very helpless, burying its head deeply between its two forelimbs and sticking its ears tightly to its ear hole! I despise its naked provocation! So I straightened its head and listened to me sing! I told him to give up his breakfast if he dared to resist! Of course I know it's mean, but I'm happy!

My obsessive-compulsive disorder, after several unsatisfactory exercises, has achieved remarkable results! So I started asking him to watch the game with me! But I don't like my favorite team! After my favorite team scores a goal, I will give him the middle finger contemptuously! And when my opponent wins, I will kick him out of the door to get rid of anger! Close the door and sleep!

Out of my abnormal psychology, I have abnormal games! Old gung, acting at a loss and helpless! And under my strong power, it can't resist! That's why I have a bitter gourd face all day, pretending to be pathetic for me! I told it more than once, don't give it to me, I won't eat it!

Believe it or not, there are masochists in this world! Just like an old melon, I abuse him into a grandson every day, but every time I see him, I am still as bored as ever! Rubbing around, I hate the lingering of the two gentlemen. I told it, don't * * give Lao tze sugar-coated shells! So I kicked him away with one foot, just like kicking a ball, and there was a beautiful arc! But after it hits the ground, it will continue to run over. In this case, I have to sing to escape it!

I have to mention what art is. As far as I know, the so-called art is balding in winter and wearing a hat in summer. But I wanted to be an artist since I was a child. The first time I saw Laogua, I began to conceive a big conspiracy, and I knew Laogua would make me an artistic genius!

I finally made up my mind to practice my handwriting, because many people say my handwriting is uglier than an old melon! I can't accept such naked slander. I chose a sunny day to go to the supermarket to buy copybooks. The salesman urged me to buy the copybook copied in the second grade of primary school, and I finally bought the one in the first grade. Because he is thicker! Don't laugh at my naivety, because it is my habit to love to take advantage of small things, and it is also the result of my accumulation of good habits for twenty years! After buying, I began to create an artistic life for Gu Gu! My ultimate goal in life is to become a superman. Of course, for the sake of art, I gave my dream to Laogua to help him become a super dog. I think superman or super dog must have a pair of underwear to wear outside, and it must be red! After walking around the wardrobe for a long time, I finally had to take the smallest one on the counter and ask the shopping guide if there are any red underwear smaller than the one in my hand! The beautiful shopping guide told me under strong contempt: there are no men's models!

Looking at the sexy underwear in my hand, I know that my abnormal image must have taken root in the hearts of female shopping guides! All for art, I have to comfort myself! Don't say, I feel a sense of accomplishment when I put on red underwear! I feel that everything is worth it!

In order to show off my artistic fantasy and achievements, I stipulate that the elderly must go to the outdoor public toilet! In everyone's amazing eyes, I know that I am not far from the artist! So I began to plan more artistically! For example, give the elderly a whole green scarf, or wear red high heels! Because he has many legs, it really gives me a lot of trouble to realize it! As for the artistic transformation of the old melon, I never get tired of hearing it!

Finally, one day, Lao Gua died! Looking at the old gung lying on the ground and the yellow underwear, I want to cry, but I tried for a long time and didn't shed a tear! I told myself that the old melon is dedicated to art! For the sake of art, the old melon has come all the way!

I have a dog, and I am the dog!